The Youthful Dreams of Mother Goose

The Real Mother Goose…

My Grandmother taught me my Nursery Rhymes. She playfully injected my childhood with rhymes and stories that filled my mind with such creative life. “Grandma Goose” was my advocate for all things young, simple, imaginative, and innocent. She hosted great tea parties, laughed with a contagious cackle, made tremendous blanket forts, ran a children’s clothing shop on Main Street in Bountiful Utah (Appropriately named “The Mother Goose Shop”), hummed silly little tunes, encouraged creative art projects and experiments, and always had a hug for me when I needed one. Grandma Goose gave me a great introduction into how potentially beautiful and happy life can be. I think that is why I still daydream and seek out the blissful qualities of childhood. I know that she has felt tremendous heartache in her life, but she has always found a way to let happiness in. My Grandma Goose isn’t as young as she used to be, but she still hums and smiles at life. While I don’t sit on her lap and listen to her stories anymore; she does ask me for my stories and intently listens to me while I explain the symbolism of my latest works of art. I hope she knows that one of the main reasons why I am able to creatively tell my stories on clay is because of her inspiring influence. Thank you Grandma Goose for telling me such great stories and always making me feel like a talented and wonderful freckle-faced kid!

Pots For Amazing People

"Her Memory Lane"
This piece was made for a compassionate woman that longs for the old sunflower covered path of her youth. Despite the fact that such old country roads are becoming more and more extinct, she holds the simplicity and bliss of it in her heart. This poem frequently came to my mind as I worked the clay and I thought about this loving lady and her quiet lane in Idaho.

Robert Frost (1874–1963). The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I prefer the one less traveled by too... It does make all the difference...


"Not Afraid To Get Dirty"
This pot was made for a rad girlie that is always up for an adventure whether it is on her bike or at the top of a ski slope.




"Tree Of Life"
This pot was made for an incredible family that seeks out the good, happy, and pure things in life.

"Reflecting On The Color Purple"

Books tend to creep into my imagination and fill me with beautiful imagery. Alice Walker's description of admiration has always inspired me to look for God's beauty and appreciate it, even if it resides in the color purple of a field. I love the visual image of different colored fields coming together like a patchwork quilt- Golden wheat field patches growing next to various shades of lavender fields offers such peace. Whether in acres of eye-catching bliss or small hidden revelations, I will always seek for and admire His divine creations.

Recent Pots

"Flowing Through Simplicity"
"Dragonfly and Chive"
"Glazed Vineyard"

"Joyful Koi"

"Natural Life"

Every morning and evening hundreds of geese fly near our home by the reservoir. I typically live on a quiet road, but for those few moments of flight, nature's voice makes me stop and listen . This piece is for a family of five (the five geese represent each person). These individuals are the kind of people who stop and listen to what nature has to say.

Beautiful Weeds

"Simple Beauty"
"Beautiful Weed In Plum"


I am known for my sunflowers. They are happy and bright and remind me of one of my most favorite persons, my grandmother. I will never forget the epic argument that took place on a hillside in Bear Lake, Utah. While gardening, my grandmother began to protest that her wild sunflowers that had crept into her garden were being pulled out of the grounds by her busy-bodied husband. His retort was that, "they are weeds that would take over the yard". Her comment was simple but has forever changed the name of these plants for me. She said, "they are beautiful weeds". After that, these beautiful weeds did take over the yard as if she had given them permission to live happily and flourish.

Silhouette In the Sun

I think I will always have images of Africa in my head. I think that is what happens when you step into a dream and fulfill a life desire. No longer is Africa a place I have listed as an aspiration, but it is part of my life.